Don't talk to me
Don't touch me
My hands are made of glass and they'll strike you
I struggle to be nice and I'll just bite you
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I love you
But don't be fooled by me
My hands are made of glass and they'll cut you
They're hidden under sleeves
So you can't always see
The fragments
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My hands are made of glass and they'll strike you
My hands are made of glass and they'll cut you
Don't you dare get comfortable with me